this song reminds me of Long Island.
the air conditioner kicked on.
I am alone for the time being.
fuck your Instagram.
let's return together in fling.
it takes me a long time.
to find.
the memory of us.
but it is still there on the shelf.
with rotten peppers.
and other women.
that just list isn't very short though.
so don't forget me.
eating pizza bagels.
can't miss the railroad.
and faces turned around.
gimme the list.
of your favorite albums.
and then disappear.
I don't know what I should do.
look at my hands.
dissolve our shallow breath.
and attack the mailman.
I am your this-year.